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    Plenty – (Chapter: Working On It)

    "Water and a house salad, please and no dressing."

    Sam’s mouth opened in protest.

    "Come on Brooke have something else too, or at least get the grilled
    chicken salad."

    Brooke looked at Sam with sharp eyes. She couldn’t believe Sam was
    doing this to her. Had her father somehow inhabited Sam’s body and
    no one had told her?

    "I’m just not hungry," her voice was low and defensive.

    Sam sat back and crossed her arms, looking Brooke square in the eye.
    She was not going to back down. She had noticed that the blonde’s
    eating habits had been yo-yoing of late. She would either eat a
    little more than was normal or a lot less. If there was one thing
    that Sam wanted to avoid it was having Brooke back in the hospital.
    They had both spent quite enough time there for the next fifty years
    or so. Lucy stood by patiently waiting for the quarrel to end. She
    had no idea what was going on, but she didn’t mind a free show.
    Brooke looked away from Sam’s constant gaze and up at Lucy.

    "Just the salad please."

    "Put some grilled chicken on the side of that," Sam called.

    "Sam! Stop it."

    Both girls stared each other down with steaming glares. Lucy looked
    from one to the other noting their posture and locked eyes.

    "Okay, ladies if I had known I was going to get in the middle of a
    lover’s quarrel today I would have brought my therapist."

    "What?" Brooke quickly trained her eyes on Lucy’s amused face.

    "We’re not…" Sam sputtered.

    "Yeah, totally not." Brooke waved her hands emphatically in front of
    her as if clearing the idea away from her space.

    Lucy retained her amused expression and nodded slowly. Their
    reactions told her the story. She wrote the order down on her pad
    and spread her arms.

    "Okay, no smack downs till I get back."

    She winked and sauntered toward the kitchen.

    "What does she know." Brooke shot out.

    Sam shrugged and re-affixed her gaze to the table. This lunch was
    not going well. She swallowed her pride and threw her brain’s
    protests out the window.

    "Look, Brooke, I’m sorry I said that but I just worry about you. I
    want you to be healthy and well," she lowered the volume of her
    voice, "I don’t know what I would do around here without you."

    Comments

    1. OMG!!!!!!!!! I loved it! I want more… Can’t wait to see what happens next, and your very welcome for the slang flashback, couldn’t help myself. I’ll try to bring more sometime soon hehe. You’re doing great on this. Lovin It!

    2. OMG!!!!!!!!! I loved it! I want more… Can’t wait to see what happens next, and your very welcome for the slang flashback, couldn’t help myself. I’ll try to bring more sometime soon hehe. You’re doing great on this. Lovin It!

    3. HOLY SHIT!..Ur bak..I missed this!!!..I thought u was dead :p ..hehe jp kid this is such a SWT strie..SO wrth me wait, ur talented writing seemz 2have gotten even HOTTer..THNX4writing, dun stop..Post soon will u?..

    4. HOLY SHIT!..Ur bak..I missed this!!!..I thought u was dead :p ..hehe jp kid this is such a SWT strie..SO wrth me wait, ur talented writing seemz 2have gotten even HOTTer..THNX4writing, dun stop..Post soon will u?..

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